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[1-800-black-readers-r-us]

Y'all... this smut is going to be long. I'm surprised that I even got far as I am now. Anyway, I'm still writing!

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[insomniacdanni]

HER VOICE UGHHHH I WOULD DO ANYRHING TO BE TALKED TO LIKE THAT BY LARA URGWIRGJER USUEIEH UGHHH— ehem.. anyways🥹

[katseyekon]

Lara 06.15.26

[kenforty]

FOUR LETTERS, ONE RESPONSE, TWO CONFESSIONS AND ONE CONSPIRACY.

Pairing: Secret admirer x Reader, Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: A letter suddenly appeared on your table, claiming to be from your secret admirer, someone who is close to you yet so far away, you pull along your best friend Bakugou into figuring out the mystery man's identity, somehow discovering the underlying feelings for Bakugou himself.

cw: Bestfriend!Bakugou, slight bullying from Bakugou, reader is a hopeless romantic, Bakugou rationalising every letter, Todoroki loses his mind in the end but I make him unhinged in every fic I wrote, anyways enjoy please, this took months to write

09:35 am, Jan 04; The first letter.

There is an envelope on your desk, dusty pink, tucked under your keyboard mat, with an intention to be found, pretty little thing looking odd against the beige files littered on your desk.

You walk over skeptically, pulling it out, eyes scanning over your name, printed onto the cover, before gently tearing it open, unfolding the letter and reading it.

It's printed because you would've figured out my handwriting.

You scrunched your nose, slightly peeved by the prospective thinking, weird.

Don't over think it.

It's a confession letter, well at least that's what it was supposed to be before I thought of trying something different.

You whip your head around, trying to look for anything, anyone in your office, eyes lingering on the closed door as you waited for someone to jump in and scream 'it's a prank!'.

I am not a stranger, we've know each other for a long time, I have had these feelings for a while now, but I didn't know how to say it.

You deserve more than a simple confession, so this is my attempt to do try and give you that.

You read through the entire letter few times, hoping to find anything, any clue, still skeptical of it's intention, even if it clearly said it was a confession letter.

This is the first letter, expect more to come, maybe I'll ask you on a date or maybe you'll figure it out before I get a chance to.

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"I got a sort of love letter." You mumbled, hand tucked in your pocket, fiddling with the folded edge of the said letter, "It was on my desk this morning."

"Did you check the cameras?" Bakugou queried, brow quirked as he leaned back against his chair, eyeing you with interest, "There are two of them in the hallway."

"I didn't." You pouted, pulling out the letter and passing it to him, running a hand through your hairs as you watched him read, "I kinda like the mystery."

"This mystery could very well be Mina trying to spice up your life." Bakugou snorted, reading through the letter, folding it back up and handing it to you, "I wouldn't be surprised if she showed up outside your house."

"Can you like, let me daydream for a bit?" You huffed, snatching the letter, caressing the edge, smoothening non existent creases, "I already over thought about this when I first found it."

He nodded his head in mock understanding, "So, now you've decided to delude yourself."

"Katsuki!" You whined, not wanting him to rationalize your yet to bloom love story.

"Just saying someone walked into your office and left you a letter." He started, eyes narrowing at you as his tone shifted to the one he used in mission briefings, "Whoever that was, didn't have the courage to confess to your face, not only is that cowardly but also creepy."

"Or a hopeless romantic, who is going to give me the fairytale love story." You chimed, resting your chin on your hands, batting your lashes at him, cheeky grin spreading on your lips at his deadpanned expression.

"I am going to check the cameras."

"I know you are, don't spoil it for me though."

"3000 yen it's Mina."

"6000 it's not."

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"Did you check the cameras?" You eyed Bakugou, watching as he landed another hit on the punching bag, the metal chains clinking loudly in otherwise silent gym.

You force yourself to look at the equipments around the room, forcing your eyes away from his thick, sweaty, hefty─

"Yeah, I did." He turned around, sweat making his shirt stick to his skin, face glossy, "It was Mina."

His voice startled you, leaving you wide eyed, breath held in as you started at him, eyes locked with his, heart beating fast, you blamed it on the fact that your daydream of a lovestory tethered on the edge of breaking.

"Breath dumbass." He huffed, walking over as he pinched your cheek, huffing a laugh at your face scrunching up,"I am joking."

"You fucking asshole!!" You pushed him weakly, turning around to leave before he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer enough you felt his breath fanning on your cheek.

"It was someone, not telling you the name." He whispered, taking a step back, letting go of your wrist, "Live your fairytale, but if this secret admirer makes one mistake, I am cracking a skull open."

Your heart is pounding in your chest, light headed as you watched him go back to his workout, skin tingling as you repeated his words in your head.

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"Did you check properly?" You shuffled the reports in your hand, watching as Bakugou sighed, gathering bunch of screws, "Was it even someone from our agency?"

"What are you talking about?" He grabbed his gauntlet, placing it on his tool table, before assessing the damage.

"Mr. Mystery, my lover," You groaned, placing your forehead against the table he was working on, "I didn't receive another letter yet, he said there would be more to come."

Bakugou gave you a nasty side-eye, mean and judgemental, "First of all, don't put your face on this table, it's dirty and inflammable," He tossed a packet of wipes at you, "And second of all, it's barely been 24 hours since the first letter."

"Yeah, but I need more."

"What you need, is to relax."

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05:45 pm, Jan 06; The second letter.

The second letter you find, is tucked away in your locker, placed on neatly folded towels, light yellow this time.

For a moment you wonder if it really is Mina, men aren't allowed in the women's locker room, but considering Mr. Letter guy is your friend, he might have access to the changing rooms as well.

I asked someone to place it in your locker.

The clarification as the introductory line makes you snicker, a giddy feeling blooming in your belly as you mentally noted involvement of another person in this little scheme.

I wanted to leave another letter but your office was too risky, I didn't want to be caught lingering idly.

A part of me hoped you anticipated the letter, looked forward to getting another one, I have few of them scattered in my office, randomly scribbled with things I want to say.

If you were sitting, you'd be on the edge of the seat, biting your lips to avoid grinning like a maniac, especially around semi nude, glistening with sweat ladies.

For now, I'd say you should really work on your defense, half the squad almost kicked your ass.

Your eyes widened, quickly running out of the locker room you looked at the heroes some in locker rooms, others on their way back home.

You spot Bakugou leaning against one of the walls, swiping through he phone as he waited for you to change.

"He was here." You huffed, slightly breathless, looking around as you tried to recall who was present during sparring, "I got another note, he said my defense is shit."

"Creepy but go on." He took the letter, eyes scanning the words before he turned around to look at people in the gym, "There is another person involved."

"That's what I noticed too." You look back at the women's locker room, watching as Mina and Jirou walk out, waving at your way before leaving.

"So, what are your thoughts?"

"I think it might be someone in the squad, I'll interrogate the girls later."

"I meant about your defense being roasted."

"Oh well, he is a hero if he knows about this, and he cares about me, Sukiii~" You throw yourself at him, wobbling slightly as he caught you last minute, "I have knight looking out for me."

"Great, I tell you, your defense is shit and you whine, some no name weirdo says the same thing and he is a knight."

"You don't tell me, you roast the fuck out of it."

"Have you seen yourself, you look like you're about to trip over nothing everytime."

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The office is silent, sound of pen scribbling Bakugou's ears as he looked up from the magazine, amused as he watched you attempted to stick another sticky note on your whiteboard. "What are you working on Genius?"

"Assessing the situation," You stepped backwards, almost tripping over your chair, hands clasping together as you turned around to face him, "Points I have collected so far in relation to Mr. Mystery."

He nodded his head, wating for you to elaborate, magazine abandoned on the glass table, considering he found something way more interesting.

"So, he is in our friends group," You start, circling a random sticky note with a red marker, "or at least a friend of a friend, it would be impossible to access my office or the gym without that." You fold your arms, analyzing further, waiting for Bakugou's input.

Bakugou gives you an unimpressed look, almost bored, "That's it?"

"I have more," You pulled the second letter you had gotten and handed it to him, "He must be a pro-hero or in some sort of armed force, he knew about combat skills."

"So, you deduced that from 2 letters?" Bakugou queried.

Something in your gut screamed that this man in front of you is about to roast you to crisps, despite the feeling you nodded your head.

"First of all, I can't believe that I let you lead missions," He sassed, folding the letter and handing it back to you, "Second of all, when did the letters say anything about the gender of the sender."

Realisation dawned upon you, lips parting open as you stared at him, "Oh my god! There is a possibility it is Mina."

Any hopes of you having functioning braincells flew out of the window as Bakugou watched you have a rather emotional breakthrough.

"Are you done?" He hummed, too used to your unhinged behaviour, "I didn't say anything about Mina, all I said was you can't be certain of anything at the moment."

"This is like the only time I am accepting the rationality." You huffed, plopping down beside him, shoving your face onto his side, almost headbutting his armpit, "Wait, you checked the cameras, you know who it is!"

"I do, Genius." He grinned, proud that your brain managed to connect actual dots. "And I am not telling you."

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"Can I ask you a question?" You batted your lashes at Bakugou, perched on his kitchen counter as you watched him make dinner for the both of you, "wait that defeats the purpose of the question, can I ask two questions, wait I just did─"

"Quit it!" He groaned, abandoning the spoon he came to stand between your legs, hands placed on either side of your thighs, "You can only ask not-dumb questions?"

"But everything is dumb to you." You grinned cheekily, leaning back to trace shapes on the counter, undeterred by his glare, before straightening up, "sorry, sorry, I'll ask away." You sighed, smile fading away slowly, "Do you think I have unreasonably high expectations from letter guy?"

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07:52 pm, Jan 10; The third letter.

It's later in the evening, sun setting behind the horizon, you wander aimlessly through the hallway, wanting to grab a cup of coffee before going back to your paperwork.

The third letter, was by the coffee machine, in the pantry, a cup of coffee already prepared, piping hot, waited for you on the counter, nearly snapping your neck as you looked around to catch a glimpse of someone, anyone.

Everytime I start, I feel a little stuck, not because I don't have anything to say, on the contrary I have too much to say.

Despite knowing each other for a long time, I feel like through these letters, you don't know me at all, perhaps for a little warm up, I should give you a hint.

There is a small restaurant in Hokkaido, 7th district, ran by an old lady, Arima, ask her for the house special dish, it's my favourite.

Go there this Saturday, I know you have the weekend off.

"We are going out this Saturday." You announced, walking over to the attached bathroom in Bakugou's office to wash your hands.

"I could be busy, you know." He sassed, placing your bento box on the table, grabbing a bottle of water and filling a glass for you.

"Could be, but you aren't, so we are going to Hokkaido."

"Hokkaido?" He questioned, passing you the apron, something he started keeping around when he learnt you were a messy eater, "What's in Hokkaido?"

"A restaurant, someone recommended it, so thought we should try it."

"Since when did your picky ass take recommendations?" He queried, eyeing as you settled beside him, immediately inhaling your home cooked meal.

"Since particularly romantic men started giving recommendations."

"Please don't tell me the letter guy is inviting you to eat." He groaned, taking bite out of his own bento, placing a bottle of water beside you, "You can go if you want, I don't have intentions of being kidnapped."

"You are like the least kidnap─able guy I know."

"I knew you'd sacrifice me one day."

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"Do you think we are lost?" You eye the unfamiliar road ahead of you, craning your neck to read the signs, hoping to find the right directions, "You should have let me drive─"

"And risk ending up in a ditch." Bakugou swivelled the car onto a different lane, driving purely under the guidance of his memory, "I know my way through the city, so sit back and relax."

"I didn't even tell you the name of the restaurant," You groaned, switching on your phone and scanning the routes on maps, "It's pointing arrow in the other direction."

The car slows down, coming to stop at the red light, unfamiliar city bustling around you, he turns to you, "I know the way around here, put that phone down and chill." Reaching forward he grabbed your phone, plucking it out of your hands and tossing it on the back seats, albeit gently, "It's 20 minutes max from here."

"A second more and I am drivin─"

"We'll be there in lesser."

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You reach the restaurant within given time, infact 3 minutes early, not giving him a moment to rub his victory in your face, you stepped out of the car, eyeing the restaurant, "Do you think we'll get a discount because of you?"

Bakugou hummed, locking the car as he followed you inside, "Why me? You are a Pro-hero too." He nudged your shoulder, taking in the interior of the place, eyes scanning the menu, "What do you plan on getting?"

"Cause you have a pretty face and I'll get the house special." You ring the bell at the counter, waiting to give your order, snickering when you spot the scowl on his face from the side of your eye.

"Their house special is spicy Mapo tofu," Bakugou tapped his fingers against the plastic stand, before eyeing you mischievously, "think you can handle that?"

"I'll be fine." You turn to greet the lady at the counter, who smiled at you sweetly, eyes crinkling along the corners, faint recognition passing through her features before she schooled them to neutrality.

"What would you two like, sweety?" She hummed, eyes focusing on you, veiny hands smoothening the tablecloth over the counter. "Two spicy mapo tofu please─"

"One spicy and one regular," Bakugou cut you off, already aware of the tantrum you'd throw later, "Please," He slid his card forward, ignoring your raged glare.

You didn't bother arguing with him at the counter, opting to follow him to the table instead, "You know I hate when you act like a mAN." You leaned forward, whispering across the table, "I can take decisions on my own."

"It's for me." Bakugou slid a glass of water towards you, pouring himself a glass, "Don't feel like eating spicy tonight." It took every ounce of control to not burst out laughing at your shocked expression, the physical manifestation of cringe on your face.

"My bad."

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01:46 pm, Jan 11; The fourth letter.

Hopefully the Mapo tofu wasn't too spicy for you,

I feel like with that specific hint I have dropped in the last letter, you should be able to figure out who I am.

Your grin faltered, hint─you were so focused on deciphering who this person was, that you hadn't really acknowledged the fact that it is someone you already knew, this wouldn't have been difficult if you thought about it.

Not that you needed one (or maybe you did, you can't put two and two together, no offense),

This is the last letter, I think I have beaten around the bush enough, it's time I finally do the task I initially set out to do so.

I want you to finally meet me, I'll come to your office tonight, bring take out and finally confess, hopefully you'll be ready by then.

It felt odd, usually at the end of each letter, you felt giddy, mind racking through possibilities of who it could be, excited to work through the mysteries of letter guy.

But, today felt off, deep down you know why you felt this way, the anticipations of who it could be tangling with the expectations of who you wanted it to be were nauseating.

You didn't wanted to be disappointed when you found out it wasn't who you were expecting, worse you didn't want to lead someone on because you couldn't be with them.

You had to do something before it could get worse.

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10:03 pm, Jan 11; The Response.

You've procrastinated enough, an entire day of mulling over how you'd essentially be writing a rejection letter, better half was spend on thinking if you should handwrite it or print it.

Not your finest moment.

Dear Secret Admirer,

I hope you are doing well, these past few days have been amazing, I really enjoyed your letters and your confession, but unfortunately I cannot accept it.

You bite your nail, pen hovering over the paper, the urge to scratch out sentences strong as you thought about your phrasing.

Looking over, you didn't have much time before Bakugou left for the day, you had to meet him before he did, you suppose ripping the bandage right off is the best option.

I have feelings for someone else, he is my best friend, Bakugou Katsuki, I am sure you know him too.

You cheeks warmed up at the mere thought of Bakugou, a different anticipation pooling in your belly as you went over last few days.

These past few days, we spend alot of time together, mostly because I was forcing him to play along these letters, which in hindsight is wrong but alas I feel like I would have figured out my feelings inevitably.

I hope you find someone who puts as much efforts as you do.

You slide the note under the container of Mapo tofu, nudging everything to the centre of the table to ensure nothing accidentally flew away with the wind, before turning around and leaving the office balcony.

Bakugou enters your office just as you started packing for the night, "Thought you were going to meet letter guy?" He queried, fiddling with trinkets scattered on your table, voice awfully small.

"There is a change of plans I suppose." You walked up to him, bag tugged under your arm, "Do you want to get dinner together? I don't feel like going home yet."

Despite his skepticism, he nodded his head, letting you lead the way out of the office, eyes never really leaving your frame as you walked away from the unlocked office.

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12:06 am, Jan 12; The confessions.

"What are you thinking about?" Bakugou asked, voice surprisingly soft, shoulder bumping into yours.

"Nothing." You mumbled, fiddling with the wrapper of your burger, taking another bite, "Just living in the moment, I suppose."

"You suppose," He hummed, eyes drifting from you to the vast sea, his own hands nursing a beer, fries forgotten on the picnic blanket, "did something happen?" He questioned, "back at the agency?"

You shook your head, the thought of letter guy eating mapo tofu alone lingered at the back of your mind, hopefully he'll find someone better.

"I didn't want to meet him." You sighed, watching as Bakugou nodded his head, waiting for you to continue, "I was curious initially but eventually I started hoping it would be someone specific."

Without elaborating further, you reached for the fries, fingers slick with ketchup and grease, you couldn't care any lesser though.

"So, you like-like someone?" His stated evenly, watching you nod with a mouth full of fries, reaching to wipe a smear of sauce off your chin, "Who is it?" It's delivered playfully but you can sense the emotions laced in his words.

"You know him." You teased, reaching for his beer, chuckling when he immediately handed it to you, "here are some clues, he's tall, blonde and handsome and won't let me eat anything spicy."

It's an easy guess, you watch him through the periphery of your vision, despite the confident confession, anticipation whirled in your belly.

"Sounds awfully familiar." He breathed out in utter relief, hand coming to cradle the back of your neck, maneuvering you to look at him, "can't believe you beat me to confessing." He peeked the corner of your mouth, "and for the record, I don't want to hear you complain about you asshole burning after eati─"

"You are supposed to say I love you after you confession, idiot." You huffed, throwing your head back to laugh at him, slightly embarassed mostly giddy.

By the time you finish eating, it's already late in the night, streets had slowed down, barely anyone at the beach apart from you two.

You pull Bakugou's jacket closer, waiting for him to find a parking spot and join you, his scent surrounding you, warmth seeping into your bones despite the chilly night.

He jogs up to you, hand instinctively reaching for yours, pulling you closer, "Here, realised I didn't give you this." He hummed, handing you 6000 yen.

"You don't have to, I knew you were joking." You huddle closer, cozying up by his side, "Is it weird that despite rejecting Mr. Secret Admirer, I am curious regarding who it was?"

"Not really, unless you plan on changing your mind once you find out."

"Nope, I am certain in my decision."

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06:55 pm, Jan 21; Last but not the least: The conspiracy.

You understand Todoroki's insanity when it came to connecting the dots, your office desk cleared of it's content, your poor monitor tossed on to the couch as you placed your evidence on the glass table, more than necessary red strings connecting everything to everything.

"And the letters were always placed whenever Katsuki had desk work." You scribbled another point onto a sticky note, watching as Todoroki nodded his head, hunched over the desk as he psychoanalyzed key word: psycho the situation. "And conveniently whenever I was busy."

"I know we are thinking the same exact thing." He placed a finger against his forehead, "Even though we didn't expect this from him, it is not out of character for him."

"I know right! He knew the way to that restaurant in Hokkaido without me mentioning the address," You hopped around the table, giddy as ever, hugging him tightly, "Or the recipe to Yakitori."

"Your hysteria is understandable," He shook his head, sympathetically patting your back, years spend with Bakugou flashing before his eyes, "I would go crazy too if he did something like this for me."

You stopped for a minute, looking up at him in confusion, "I didn't know you had feelings for him to—"

"What are you two idiots doing?" Bakugou entered the office, suspiciously glancing at the mess on your table, before looking back at you both.

You glance up at Todoroki, nodding your head in understanding as you turn back to Bakugou."We figured it out."

A cheeky grin spreading on his lips, watching you proudly, "What did you figure out, Genius?"

"YOU ARE MY SECRET ADMIRER!"

"YOU KILLED HER LOVER!"

"Shouto, the fuck?!" You jump back, looking at him in bewilderment and concern, before meeting Bakugou's confused gaze.

"Alright Icyhot, did you hit your head today?" Bakugou walked over, arm wrapping around your waist, pressing a quick kiss against your hairline, before going back to glaring at him.

"You can't hide forever." Todoroki glared back, pitifully glancing your way before snatching random papers of the desk and storming out.

"Was he your investigation partner?"

"Yeah, I don't think we were really thinking the same thing."

"Of course, you weren't."

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11:47 pm, Jan 24; The psychosis.

Todoroki sat through hours of footage, analysing activity around your office and floor for the past month, catching various folders multiple times.

He noticed some pieces were missing.

Considering only Bakugou had the access to agencies records and only he could view and manipulate the stored footage, his suspicions were right.

Meaning Bakugou had personally deleted footage of specific hours from the agencies records, not only that but he had cleared the back up data as well.

He had made sure that whoever this guy was, never truly reached you and laid out a plan that perfectly aligned with the guy, so you'd believe it was him all along.

He'll disclose the truth one day!

Dividers by: @/olenvasynyt 💖✨

[yourdecayedfaith]

She’s so

[insecuregodcomplex]

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

[alexaplaycomolafl0r]

I get so irritated when i see ppl on here and on tiktok (ESPECIALLY tiktok) complain about how writing fanfictions and smut abt celebs is disrespectful 😭😭😭😭 like have u ever been in a fandom before??? This typa stuff has been on here FOREVER like pls r u new to the internet

[moonstonejpg]

best friend! bakugou who can’t help but stare at your ass every time you bend over. he tries hard to avert his eyes every single time, but it’s so hard when you’re constantly walking around in either tight jeans, or leggings, or those godforsaken shorts that barely cover anything.

it’s so easy for him to imagine leaving rosy red handprints all over your ass; not to mention the noises you would make as he’s leaving pretty marks all over you. he thinks about it constantly, to the point where he’s considered dropping down to his knees and begging you to put him out of his misery and let him touch you.

but he’s good—so he refrains.

instead, he saves up the images for when he’s home alone, his pants around his ankles and his aching cock in his fist. it never takes him long to finish—with his eyes squeezed shut and the image of your ass bouncing as he smacks it—first with his hand and then with his cock. that last thought of his cock plap plapping against your flesh tips him over the edge, a groan ripping through him as he rocks his hips up into his hand, cum painting his abs.

[lovergirlcinema]

sis start ovulating and write some smoke, stack or mbj fic

🤣🤣start ovulating is frying me so bad!! I do have a few planned stories that I’m working on for MBJ and the twins so stay tuned🥳

[bakuwhcre]

follow me,, bakugo loves kissing you.

it's different from when you're having sex, okay? kissing during sex is rough, passionate― its him making sure that you know he's obsessed with you.

but like when you're lounging on the couch together? you're pinned beneath him. there's tension, so he'll lean in. and kiss you. slow. painfully slow. his hand will hold the back of your neck and glide his tongue across your lower lip. bakugo would pull back a little, dark eyes on yours, and he'll stare with hooded eyes.

"open."

and you would. he'd lean back in and dip his tongue into your mouth. deepening the kiss. this seems like it'd lead to something freaky, but it rarely does.

he just loves kissing you.

[digitalkiddo]

If you're writing anything involving cons, scams, heists, or morally questionable characters who are very good at lying, here are some free resources I've been using for research. Saving you the "why is this in my search history" anxiety.

1. The FBI's Famous Cases & Criminals archive (fbi.gov/history/famous-cases) has detailed breakdowns of real fraud cases, Ponzi schemes, and confidence operations. The language they use is clinical and precise, which is perfect for getting the procedural details right.

2. The FTC Consumer Sentinel Network publishes annual reports on the most common fraud tactics in the US. Great for understanding how modern scams actually work and what makes people fall for them.

3. The Smithsonian's American Art Museum has a free digital collection of forgery case studies. If your character forges documents or art, this is gold.

4. Court Listener (courtlistener.com) is a free legal database where you can read actual court transcripts from fraud trials. Want to know how a real con artist talks under oath? This is where you find out.

5. The Internet Archive's collection of old newspaper crime sections. Search for "confidence man" or "swindle" in papers from the 1920s through 1960s and you'll find incredible real stories that would feel too dramatic for fiction.

Bonus: The Psychology of Fraud section on the Association for Psychological Science website has accessible articles about why people trust, how deception works cognitively, and what makes someone a convincing liar. Essential reading if you want your con artist characters to feel psychologically real.

Reblog to save for later. Your WIP will thank you.

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His Best Friend's Sister ɞ·˚ KB

❥ SMUT! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Katsuki never cared about the 'bro code' or the fact that his best friend's sister was off-limits, and their secret becomes a dangerous game—one they’re both addicted to playing right under her brother’s nose.

❥ WC : 1171

"That’s just my sister, Y/N. Don’t worry about her—she’s been keeping to herself lately, anyway."

That should have slowed Katsuki down, but it did the exact opposite. Discovering that Y/N was off-limits by some unspoken 'bro code' only made him want her more.

He didn't care whose sister she was. Knowing her relation to his best friend didn't change the way she looked at him, and it certainly didn't change the fact that he had no intention of letting her go.

"Honestly? I'd hate for her to date one of my friends. It’d just get messy, y'know?"

Katsuki simply grunted, shoving his hands deep into his pockets to hide the way his knuckles had gone white.

He knew he should’ve cut things off right there—walk away before the roots dug too deep. But every time he stepped into that house, his eyes betrayed him, searching for Y/N before he could even check his own pride.

She played the part perfectly, acting as if he were a ghost, yet she’d move through the kitchen in those tight shorts that drove him insane.

Every time she brushed past him in the narrow hallway, the intentional friction felt like a risk he was dying to take.

"I'm trying to get some rest." Y/N coldly spoke, leaning against the doorframe with a look of pure indifference. "Can you and your friend keep it down, please?"

Katsuki’s jaw tightened until it ached. She knew his damn name. She knew it better than anyone else, considering it was the only thing she’d been moaning for the last few months behind locked doors.

Watching her stand there, acting like he was just some nameless extra her brother brought home, struck a nerve he had to practically weld shut to keep from snapping at her right then and there.

Once the act was able to drop..

"You're real quiet now." He had his cock buried deep inside of her in a perfect mating press, as she looked completely fucked-out. The sight of her like this—flushed and shaking under his weight—was the only thing keeping his own restraint from snapping. "What happened to that mouth? Say my fuckin' name, Y/N."

With her ankles hooked over his shoulders, Y/N kept her hands pressed against her mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet.

The further he pushed, the more it grew difficult, the sounds of her undoing slipping through her fingers as he continued to wreck her.

Stubborn.. He pulled back slowly, only to suddenly slam back into the hilt, watching as Y/N's eyes clamped shut. A muffled moan slipped past her fingers, trailing off into a desperate whimper. "C'mon, I know you can say it, baby.." He cooed, smirking at how easily he could break her silence.

"Don't wanna wake him.." She whispered into her hands, but the lie fell flat. It was a weak excuse and they both knew it—her brother was a deep sleeper, currently passed out cold on the living room sofa after a marathon of video games and movies.

Then she felt him slowly pull out again, dragging it out even further than before until he was barely catching the edge.

The sudden lack of fullness left her feeling more needy than ever, her hips instinctively stuttering upward to try and chase the sensation he was intentionally holding back.

"K-Katsuki.. Please." His name finally slipped past her lips as her hands fell away from her face and onto his biceps. She couldn't hold it back anymore; the feeling was too much, and the way he looked at her made her want to give him exactly what he was demanding.

The emptiness was too much. As he slowly began to push back in, the first real moan broke through—loud enough to make her heart race in fear of getting caught, but too sweet for her to stop.

"Yeah, keep making those sounds. I bet you were thinking about this all day while you were keeping to yourself.." He could feel her pulse around him, her body telling him she was right on the edge, and he was more than ready to push her over.

He leaned down to press rough kisses against her neck, sucking at the soft skin to leave a dark, unmistakable mark that would remind her of this long after he was gone.

Y/N tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck as she let out a long, shaky moan. "I was.." She whispered, finally answering his taunt. "I was thinking about you all day—Katsuki, I'm.." The words died in her throat as a wave of heat crashed over her.

He felt how her cunt tightened in that desperate, beautiful way that told him she was on cloud nine. "Fuckin' knew it.." He grunted, his thumb sweeping over her jaw to keep her head back.

He didn't care about the noise anymore; he just wanted more of her, his own thrusts becoming sloppy until he was right there on the edge with her.

"Oh, there you are. I was just about to look for you.." Her brother yawned, blinking at Katsuki in the dim light of the hallway.

They were now just a few feet from Y/N's door, and he was too dazed from his sleep to notice the way Katsuki was breathing hard or how his hair was completely trashed.

He knew he smelled like her—smelled like sex—and if the idiot stepped even an inch closer, the game would be up.

"Bathroom break, huh? Me too, man.." Her brother muttered, giving a sluggish pat to Katsuki’s shoulder as he shuffled past. He was completely oblivious, his eyes half-closed as he navigated the hallway and walked right past Y/N’s bedroom door.

He didn't even glance towards her room, totally unaware of how close he’d come to walking in on them. 

Katsuki stood frozen in the hallway, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding once the door shut, the scent of the encounter still heavy in the air around him.

His eyes glanced once more at Y/N’s bedroom door, the image of her wrecked and breathless still burned into his mind. He lingered for only a second before making his way downstairs.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and threw himself back onto the other end of the couch, his chest still tight. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still feel the way she’d pulsed around him.

The way her juices overflowed around him, and the way she was practically sucking him in, never wanting to let him go..

Katsuki knew it was too risky, but as he stared at the flickering TV screen, he knew he didn't regret a single second of it.

He was a dead man if his friend ever found out, but the way Y/N had looked at him—broken and begging for his name—made the risk feel like a damn reward.

All he could think about was how soon he could get her alone again.

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[katsukiib]

right here, right now ɞ·˚ KB

𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.

"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.

"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.

"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.

"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.

his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.

"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."

he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.

a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.

"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."

another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.

"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."

she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.

"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."

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[katsukiib]

Skin-Tight Suit ɞ·˚ KB

❥ SMUT! ♡♡ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

❥ IN WHICH, Y/N’s tight hero suit is a lethal distraction that has Katsuki struggling to keep his thoughts—and his body—in check. Between the tight fit and her exposed skin, it's impossible to think when the view goes straight to his dick.

The afternoon patrol wrapped up just as the sun began to sink behind the Musutafu skyline. For Katsuki, it had been the longest six hours of his professional life.

Katsuki stomped a few paces ahead of Y/N, his stride heavier than normally. Every time he glanced back to "check their perimeter" his eyes betrayed him, snapping on the new hemline of her hero suit.

The support department had certainly taken her request for better mobility to a literal extreme.

The tight material clung to her body perfectly—the suit’s open design showed off far more skin than Katsuki was prepared to handle.

"Eyes up, Dynamight." Y/N's voice had an innocent mischief that he knew was a front. She moved into his view and purposely stretched, the suit tightening around her waist. "You’ve checked that alleyway three times. Something bothering you?"

Katsuki grunted as he turned away, trying to hide the heat rising from his neck. "Your gear is garbage and distracting." He snapped weakly. "You'll catch a damn cold."

"A distraction for the villains?" She teased, walking closer until the scent of her perfume mixed with the faint smell of his nitroglycerin sweat. "Or a distraction for my partner?"

"Don't flatter yourself." He let out a scoff, fully aware of the game she clearly loved to play with him.

She had been pushing his buttons like this for months, and while the new suit didn't change their dynamic—it certainly made it nearly impossible for him to avoid a discreet, frustrated tug at his pants.

Returning to the agency became a silent war of nerves. Katsuki stared straight ahead, even as his peripheral vision stayed fixated on her.

Every time she hopped over a curb or turned to wave at a fan, he felt the low simmer of frustration—and something much hotter—bubbling beneath his skin.

The moment the heavy reinforced doors of their private office clicked shut behind them, the professional facade shattered.

Katsuki practically fell into his desk chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he stared intently at a stack of mission reports he couldn't even read.

His pulse was a drumbeat in his ears—he needed to focus. He needed to write a summary of the two low-level muggings they’d stopped. He needed her to stop existing in his line of sight for five minutes so his brain could focus.

"You’re being awfully quiet, Katsuki." Y/N hummed, her voice closer than before. She leaned back against his desk, and the sound of her suit stretching against the wood sent a sharp jolt through him. "Usually, you’re yelling about how I messed up a takedown. But today? Total silence."

"I’m busy." He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he strangled a cheap yellow pencil in his grip.

"You’ve been staring at that same paragraph for three minutes." She whispered in a dangerously low, playful tone as she circled his desk. "Is my new suit that bad? I thought the ventilation was great—I feel so much more.. free."

"It’s a safety hazard." He muttered. His jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it.

He could feel the heat radiating off her as she stopped directly in front of him. Determined to maintain his composure, he finally looked up, ready to bark a command for her to go change—but the words died in his throat.

She leaned forward, trapping him by the arms of his chair as she bent down to meet his gaze directly. The movement was calculated destruction.

Gravity pulled her neckline low, giving Katsuki a view that sucked the air right out of the room. Her tits were inches from his face, framed perfectly by the tight material of her costume.

Katsuki's eyes drifted up from her chest to meet her eyes, catching the look of pure smug satisfaction on her face. She was practically waiting for him to break as his face turned red.

His restraint snapped, mirroring the silent snap of the pencil in his strong grip.

In a blurred motion, he cleared the desk and shredded her suit, pinning her to the table as he stood between her legs.

One hand gripped her tit while the other shoved her leg back to make room as he was hammering into her roughly while her sweet moans filled the air.

His cock filled her to the limit, claiming every inch of her tight, wet cunt with every stroke.

"Katsuki—" She’d need a hell of an excuse for her torn suit and a trip to the repair shop once he was done with her.

"You’ve been begging for this all day." He let out a low rasp, his gaze drifting down to her lips as the heat in her face rose to match his own deep flush. "Don’t you dare start acting surprised now."

He pressed his mouth against hers in a deep kiss that proved exactly how much her new suit had been working on him all day.

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[katsukiib]

Hiiii this is my first time requesting something! And my ideaaaa is nerdy virgin reader x cocky bakugo! Maybe the reader is like the best maker of suits/ equipment? Heheheh idkkk

headcanons of cocky!bakugo ɞ·˚ — SMUT! ♡♡

katsuki bakugo, the cocky hero candidate whose favorite "durability check" is breaking the composure of his favorite nerdy, inexperienced equipment-savant.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who has spent months visiting your lab just to smirk from the doorway, watching you fumble your tools the second he arrives for a "check-up".

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who lets your rambling go in one ear and out the other, far more interested in watching your flustered body language while you talk.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who chuckles under his breath when you try to act professional, teasing you about how your "nerdy little face" is turning red, all because you had to check the fit of his waistband.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who purposely flexes his muscles right as you’re trying to take a precise measurement, watching you nearly drop your tape measure and stutter out a sorry.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who loves reminding you that you've never been this close to a man, saying how your "virgin brain" is short-circuiting because his skin-tight suit is leaving nothing to the imagination.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who watches you kneel to inspect his thigh-seams, mockingly praising your work while ignoring the fact that his obvious erection is right in your face.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who finally loses his patience with your obliviousness and gently catches your busy hands, holding your wrists still while questioning if you’re actually as inexperienced as you act.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who roughly shoves your equipment aside to make room for you on the workbench, muttering that he’s finished with being your science experiment for the day.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who lets his hands wander over your curves, letting out a tch as you try to stammer out a technical reason for your flustered state while you're clearly soaking through your underwear.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who shuts you up mid-sentence with a possessive kiss, eager to finally taste the mouth that’s been driving him crazy with nerdy talk for months.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who draws a helpless moan from you with deep, soft kisses against your neck, whispering that for a genius with "smart hands" you're completely clueless once a real man takes charge.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who smirks as your thighs part for him, noting how your hands desperately held onto his shoulders the second his fingers finally slip past the waistband of your pants.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who slowly pushes a thick finger inside you, feeling how tight and dripping wet you are while teasing you for hiding your desires instead of letting him take care of you sooner.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who watches your eyes roll back when he hits the perfect spot, grinning because he’s the one studying your body now, seeing you completely unravel and make a mess all over his hand.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who takes full credit for being the first to give you this kind of pleasure, absolutely loving the way he can make his favorite genius completely fall apart with a single touch.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who leaves you breathless and addicted to his touch, only to pull away right when you're desperate for more, adjusting his suit with a smug smirk as he prepares to head out.

𑣲 cocky!bakugo who gives a fake excuse about a "faulty gauntlet" just so he can see you again tomorrow and finish giving you exactly what your body deserves.

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a/n ♡ i’m so excited to finally post this because it’s my first time writing a headcanon layout!! i fell in love with this request the second i read it, so thank you so much to the lovely sender ♡♡

[comegetstonedwme]

do you want that kiss?

katsuki x reader

contains- female reader,idk teasing,he’s kinda mean but in a hot way,not a lot tbh, i need this to look long,implied best friends,very cute very sweet,if they say why.. whyyyy tell them that its human nature, why whyyyy tell them that its human nature

sypnosis- he catches you eyeing him up and when you reject his kiss in fear it’s a trap he kinda makes your week a living hell …

wc- u should know i have no clue i put it here cause it looks cool

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earlier that week, katsuki had shoved his way up beside you after class, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his bag over his shoulder like it weighed nothing.

“you failed that quiz.” he said nonchalantly

you looked up from your phone, deadpan. “hello to you too”

“don’t get smart. i’m serious.” red eyes narrowed at you, sharp and unimpressed. “you were bitching last week about not understanding any of it”

“because i don’t” you spoke as you lowered your phone

“yeah, no shit. come to my dorm thursday. i’ll help before you embarrass yourself again.”

you blinked at him.

“…was that your version of being nice”

his face twisted immediately. “don’t piss me off. take it or leave it”

you smirked. “so sweet, katsuki. really. almost made me emotional”

he clicked his tongue and walked off. “shut the hell up.”

and somehow, thursday night, you were actually there.

his dorm was exactly what you expected. clean to the point of being annoying, everything in place, faint smell of detergent and whatever cologne he used lingering in the air.

his desk was pushed near the window, books spread out, notes already there like he’d actually planned this.

of course he had.

you sat cross-legged on the chair next to him eyes on him.

one knee bent, black muscle tee stretched over his frame like it was personally offended to be containing him.

it was unfair, honestly.

his arms were ridiculous. thick muscle packed tight under pale skin, veins faint but bulging along his forearms when he flipped pages, twitching into view with every movement.

god every move his bicep tensed and your swore your mouth watered

shoulders broad enough to make the chair look too small. every movement pulled at the fabric over his chest and back like the shirt was losing an argument.

and his mouth— that was worse.

his lips were always like that. sharp when he talked, naturally pouty when he was annoyed, the bottom lip fuller than it had any right to be.

they looked so soft, so so soft..

when he licked over them absently while reading over your notes, you had to look away before you looked insane.

“you’re not listening.”

you blinked out of your raging fantasies “i am”

“bullshit.” his eyes rolled with his words

he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest, bicep flexing in a way that should’ve been illegal

your eyes betrayed you immediately.

his mouth twitched.

oh no..

“seriously?” he said, voice low, rough with amusement. “you’re gonna be that obvious?”

“i don’t know what you mean.” you almost immediately quip back

“yeah?” he tilted his head, watching you like he’d already won. “because from where i’m sitting, you’ve looked at my mouth like six times in the last ten minutes.”

your face went hot so fast it pissed you off

“you’re full of yourself” you replied with a huff

“and you’re somehow still staring.”

“i’m literally not” you said in a dismissive tone

“you literally are.” he replied subtly mocking your tone

he leaned forward now, forearms on his knees, closer. way too close. his grin was small, mean in that playful bakugo way

like he was enjoying every second of your suffering.

“what, you got a problem? i mean im pretty sure you’ve seen my arms before?” he flexed his hand lazily on the table. “or is it the lips thing”

“god, you’re so annoying.” you spoke to cover up the rose on your cheeks

“but i’m right.” he replied quickly

you opened your mouth, closed it, then glared harder which only made him smirk.

his eyes analysed the way you were more nervous with your movements, how you looked so uncomfortable and god was it entertaining.

his voice dropped lower, this teasing edge dripping through his words.

“you wanna kiss me or somethin’?”

the smirk on his face was filthy. lazy. knowing

and because your brain completely abandoned you—

“wha— uhm. no.”

too fast. too loud. too panicked.

silence.

his eyebrows lifted slowly

your soul left your body.

“i mean— not like— no, not no—” you sat up straighter, horrified. “wait, that sounded bad, i just thought you were messing with me, which you were, and i—”

he was staring at you with the fattest smirk you had ever seen in your life.

you wanted the floor to open and swallow you so you could never ever look at him again.

“wowww..” he said. “smooth as hell.”

his words were so confident like right now he didn’t have a care in the world, but he did.

you physically couldn’t respond.

and with having no response back towards him this time you did the only thing .. anyone would’ve done ..

you stood up so fast your chair nearly scraped back.

“i should really go—..” your voice was quiet already thinking about getting a passport and leaving try country

his grin got worse. “coward.”

“i’m leaving.” you said louder

“mmhmm..” he’d hum out eyes not leaving your own once.

you grabbed your bag, avoiding his eyes because if you looked at him again you might actually combust

his gaze eventually tore away as you walked out the door shutting it behind you.

now alone in his dorm, all he could do was replay every little moment in his head making sure he played it cool, while his knee bounced

surely you did .. wanna kiss him right..?

and after that god awful event — for two whole days, you disappeared.

no texts back unless they were dry and necessary. no stopping by his dorm.

no lingering after class. no sarcastic little comments thrown his way in the hallway.

every single time katsuki walked into a room, you somehow managed to be walking out of it.

the first day, he thought it was funny.

the second day, it started pissing him off.

by the third, it was personal.

mina was talking to you at one of the tables in the common area, legs crossed under your chair,

pretending to listen while your fingers kept messing with the edge of your sleeve. your laugh was there, but distracted, thinner than usual.

because across the room, katsuki was leaning against the wall.

hands shoved deep into his pockets, white unfurl shirt stretched over his chest, shoulders broad against the white wall like he owned the damn building.

his expression was blank—worse than angry, honestly. calm. boring eyes fixed right on you like he had all day to stand there and make you sweat.

kirishima and denki were saying something beside him, but he barely reacted. just gave a grunt here and there, gaze never moving.

mina looked upwards immediately looking at you, then slowly smiled.

“girl that man is staring right at’chu!,” she murmured, leaning in just enough that only you could hear, watching your face with way too much enjoyment.

you swallowed.

“he is not,” you muttered, too quick, eyes dropping to the table like maybe if you ignored him hard enough he’d disappear.

mina made a noise that said liar without needing the word.

“oh my god,” she said under her breath, way too pleased. “you’re nervous as shit!! its chill all we gotta do is make sure you play this cool!”

“i’m not nervous—,” you said, except your voice betrayed you completely, quieter now, and your hand froze around your drink.

mina just looked at you.

slowly against your better judgment, you turned your head again.

he was still looking.

not even pretending not to.

those sharp red eyes pinned right to you, heavy and unreadable, like he could see straight through your skin and into every stupid thought in your head.

there wasn’t even annoyance on his face anymore. just that flat stare. patient. almost lazy.

it made your stomach drop.

you looked back at mina, lips parting like you had something to say, but nothing came out. your throat felt too tight for it.

suddenly you were hyper-aware of everything—your hands, your face, the way your heart was beating way too hard over a guy standing across the room doing absolutely nothing.

mina’s expression stayed entertained crunching a chip into her mouth as she shook her head

“mm-mm. if eye contact could get a girl pregnant, shit congratulations!”

you exhaled through your nose, like maybe that would stop the heat crawling up your neck.

before you could answer her odd comment, you looked again.

and that was when it happened.

because he noticed it—that nervous little glance, the way you kept checking, the way your whole body gave you away.

and finally, finally, his mouth moved.

slowly. one corner first. then the other.

that smirk spread across his face like he’d been waiting for it, like he’d been standing there watching you unravel and had decided he’d had enough mercy for the day.

low and sharp and so stupidly attractive it made your chest feel tight.

it wasn’t a grin it was that god awful smirk he did continuously — his brand.

the kind of smirk that said yeah.. i know.

the kind that made your whole body go warm because he looked so sure of himself—so sure of you.

his chin tilted slightly, eyes still locked on yours, like he was daring you to keep pretending.

then, like he hadn’t just ruined your entire week with one look, he turned back to his friends and started talking again.

easy almost like nothing happened!

like he hadn’t just stood across the room and made you forget how to breathe.

mina stared at you for a second, before mumbling something about how he’s a “weird ass hoe”

but you couldn’t think about him being a hoe, all you could think about was that stupid look.

a day later you found yourself in the hallway infront of deku — you were talking to deku because deku was safe.

safe meant easy smiles, easy conversation, no feeling like your stomach was trying to claw its way up your throat every five seconds.

safe meant standing by the kitchen counter in the common room while he rambled about training schedules and some hero analysis notebook nonsense.

and you could actually breathe.

“…and then all might said my footwork was improving, which was really nice because i’ve been trying to fix my stance for weeks,” izuku said, smiling that earnest, soft smile of his, hands moving as he talked.

you laughed lightly, leaning against the counter. “deku, i swear, you could probably write a thesis on your left foot if someone let you.”

he blinked, then laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean… maybe?”

“that was not a yes question.”

“right, sorry.”

you smiled again, surprisingly relaxed.

from a few steps back bakugo saw this little .. interaction. irritation crawled up his spine so thick his fists cracked as they clenched.

so you could avoid him like he was a walking weapon? but could be all happy and talky with that nerd? out of anyone? fuck that.

your body went stiff before your brain even caught up.

because you felt him before you saw him.

that shift in the room. that awful awareness.

bakugo.

he walked up like he belonged there—which, annoyingly, he acted like he did everywhere—hands in his pockets, shoulders broad, expression unreadable. the uniform slight tighter against his chest, that same lazy confidence that made you want to both scream and stare.

his eyes flicked to you once. just once.

and it was enough. then he looked at izuku.

“deku,” he said, and weirdly—too weirdly—his voice was almost pleasant. “you got the notes from last combat review?”

izuku visibly blinked.

because bakugo asking nicely was like seeing a bear politely hold a door open.

“oh—uh, yeah, i do,” izuku said slowly, suspicious already. “i can grab them if you want?”

“nah,” katsuki said, way too casual, stepping closer anyway. “just tell me what all might said about the second round.”

izuku stared for half a second. you stared at the floor.

because now he was standing there. right there. close enough that if you moved your arm wrong, you’d brush against him,

and apparently that was enough to make your entire nervous system file a complaint!

izuku started talking again, explaining whatever notes he had, but honestly, you heard maybe three words.

because katsuki wasn’t listening. not really.

he answered deku, nodded at the right times, threw in a sharp “yeah, obviously,” here and there—but his eyes kept landing on you, every time.

and every single time, you looked harder at izuku like he was delivering the secrets of the universe.

you were staring at that poor boy like your life depended on it.

wide-eyed. painfully focused. absolutely refusing to acknowledge the human furnace standing next to you.

bakugo noticed - of course he noticed.

you could feel it—the way amusement was building off him like heat.

izuku slowed mid-sentence as his eyes met your own ones, staring into his soul to avoid katsuki

“…and then if we adjust .. uh .. the timing on rescue drills.. it might actually improve team response by—”

he stopped.

because you were still staring directly at him. intensely. like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth.

“…are you okay?” he asked carefully, brows pulling together.

“fine,” you said immediately.

too fast your eyes pleading as they looked into izukus like he could save you from his situation

you still did not look at katsuki. izuku looked between both of you.

once.

twice.

confusion turned into suspicion — katsuki staring daggers at you while you refused to look at the blonde.

because even deku - even sweet, oblivious deku—could feel whatever the hell this was.

bakugo made this low sound in his throat, almost like a laugh he was trying not to let out.

“you sure…?” izuku asked, quieter now

before you could answer, katsuki pushed off the counter.

“i’m off,” he said, cutting in, voice rough with restrained amusement. “got what i needed.”

liar. fucking liar.

he started walking past you, and for one horrible second you thought maybe you’d survived it. but nope apparently not!

his rough hand came upwards in a quick motion

two solid taps against your shoulder as he passed, firm enough to make your breath catch.

and right by your ear, as he walked past you the most smug snicker left his mouth

like he hadn’t just set your entire body on fire in front of god and everybody.

silence. izuku looked at you, you were still frozen. still staring straight ahead.

still very clearly fighting for your life

“…i,” deku said slowly, concern all over his face, “feel like i missed something really important.”

late that night, after the longest everything shower of your life, you finally felt a little human again.

the hot water had helped. washing your hair twice, scrubbing your skin until it felt new,

standing there way longer than necessary while trying—and failing—to stop replaying every single second of the last three days.

the study session. that smirk. the staring. the shoulder tap.

all of it. it was stupid. annoying.

and somehow still sitting right under your skin.

so now, fresh and warm, skin still soft from steam, you’d thrown on the first comfortable thing you could find—an oversized hoodie that swallowed your hands if you pulled the sleeves down, and a pair of shorts that barely showed beneath it. your hair was still a little damp, smelling like shampoo

the ends brushing against your bare legs as you walked.

quiet dorm halls. late enough that everything felt softer.

you were humming to yourself under your breath by the time you remembered it.

your charger. left in the common room.

of course.

with a quiet groan to absolutely no one you made the trip downstairs, sliding across the hall in socks

still half relaxed from your shower and convincing yourself this was quick. easy. in and out.

the common room was mostly empty, lights low, that late-night stillness sitting over everything.

and there it was—your charger, abandoned on the couch thankfully sero hadn’t snatched it yet.

you grabbed it with a victorious little hum, wrapping it around your hand as you turned toward the door, already thinking about getting back to bed.

completely fine. completely normal.

until you looked up.

and there, filling the doorway like the universe personally hated you, stood katsuki.

still. broad shoulders against the frame, hands low at his sides, all dark clothes and sharp edges and that heavy presence that made every room feel smaller.

for one second your brain fully stopped.

you physically jumped, the sound catching in your throat, body going rigid so fast it almost hurt.

he just stood there.

no smirk. no teasing grin. somehow that was worse.

just katsuki in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, red eyes locked on you like he’d been expecting this exact moment. his face was calm—too calm.

blank in that way that always felt a little dangerous, like all the real reaction was sitting somewhere underneath.

his head tilted slightly, slow, studying you, eyes tracking your body.

you were still standing there with your charger in your hand like it was going to save you.

his voice came low.

“you can’t ignore me forever.”

your throat felt stupidly tight. eyes blinking.

“i wasn’t ignoring you,” you said, too quick, already sounding guilty. “i’ve just been busy and—”

his eyes narrowed just a little.

then he rolled them, sharp and unimpressed.

“stop it,” he said. “i’m not dumb.”

silence dropped heavy between you, your fingers tightened around the charger.

he pushed off the doorframe slowly, like he had all the time in the world. hands sliding into his pockets, posture lazy,

but there was something in it—something that made your stomach pull tight.

because he was calm.. oddly calm.

and somehow that felt scarier than if he’d just yelled.

he started walking toward you, slow enough to make every step feel deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours.

the sleeves of his shirt shifted with the movement, and you caught it—faint, sharp, the vein pulsing along the inside of his wrist.

oh he was annoyed as fuck.

you stayed exactly where you were, wide-eyed, heart beating way too hard, watching him get closer.

slowly he walked over his eyes not just on your own, trailing your body the heat in his eyes didn’t look like anger more so something he was holding back. he stood closer

close enough that you could feel the heat off him, close enough that your grip on the charger tightened without you meaning to.

his eyes dragged over your face once, slow, taking in every bit of that wide-eyed look you hadn’t managed to shake.

then his lips pressed together, not quite a smirk—something drier. sharper.

“y’know,” he said, voice low, rough around the edges, “if you wanted a kiss that bad, you could’ve just asked.”

your breath caught instantly.

his gaze didn’t move.

“instead you go ghost,” he added, almost bored, like he was stating a fact, but there was something under it. something tighter. “real smart.”

“i—” your voice stumbled. “i didn’t—”

“yeah, you did.” flat so certain.

his lips pursed again, eyes flicking over you like he was weighing something, then dismissing it.

“doesn’t matter now,” he muttered, but it didn’t sound like it didn’t matter. not really. “just—would’ve taken anything over you acting like i don’t exist.”

that landedd.. hard.

your shoulders pulled in just a fraction, nerves twisting up your chest.

“i’m sorry,” you said, softer now, actually meaning it, words starting to spill out. “i just thought you were messing with me and i didn’t wanna—”

“yeah, well—“

he cut you off, quick, like he didn’t want to hear the rest.

his hand came up, rough, dragging over the back of his neck, fingers pressing there as he looked away from you for the first time since you walked in. jaw tight.

breath heavier than it should’ve been for how calm he was acting.

for a second, it was just that. him… off.

then, quieter—

“these last few days,” he said, still not looking at you, voice lower now, stripped of that teasing edge, “made me realize some shit.”

your heart stuttered. his fingers flexed at his neck.

“like how damn annoying it is when you’re not around,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “and how much i actually… missed you.”

the second he vocalised those few words you could feel your whole body shift. missed you?

he didn’t give himself time to back out.

you could see it—the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders squared like he was bracing for something,

like if he paused for even a second he’d shut down and walk away, he couldn’t keep going with this internal battle, he’s getting this shit out now.

“nah—hold on,” he said quickly, almost cutting off the silence before it could settle. “i need to say this now.”

his hand dropped from his neck, then came back again, fingers dragging there like he didn’t know what to do with them. his words came a little faster, rougher than usual.

“and don’t—don’t expect it to be pretty or whatever, i’m not doing that shit,” he muttered, already annoyed at himself, pushing through it anyway. “i’m saying it how it is— and fuck i’m sorry this isn’t exactly how i wanted to tell you s’kinda weak but just listen.” he spoke too fast, clearly nervous under that gruff voice.

he took a breath, looked at you properly this time.

and for a second, there was something almost uncertain there—something you’d never seen on him—before it hardened into something more familiar.

he started slower.

“i like you,” he said, voice lower now, grounded. “like… really fuckin’ like you.”

his eyes didn’t leave yours.

“not just messing with you or whatever. not just because you’re easy to rile up,” he added, a small scoff under his breath like he hated admitting any of this. “even when i act like a dick to get a reaction outta you—”

his jaw ticked.

“—i’ve been stressing like hell these past four days,” he went on, words tightening again, faster, the honesty slipping out before he could filter it. “thinking i scared you off. that you were done with me or some shit and i—”

he stopped himself, breath catching for half a second.

then, quieter more rougher

“i don’t wanna lose you— i guess ive sorta just accepted that i do like you and i don’t want it to be too late now ..”

your eyes widened, fixed on his face, watching every shift—the confidence cracking just enough.

the regret already creeping in like he was realizing how much he’d just said.

and you didn’t let it sit, knowing him another second of silence and he’d be out of here regretting every word he said.

“katsuki— i really like you too.”

your voice cut in soft, seady, not nervous anymore. his head lifted just slightly.

you swallowed, a small breath leaving you as you held his gaze.

“i’m sorry,” you added, slower this time. “for avoiding you. i just… freaked out.”

he blinked. actually blinked. wide eyed expression studying your face as you softly spoke that apology which he had zero ear for.

“…yeah?” he murmured, quieter now, searching your face like he needed to be sure you meant it.

then, almost immediately—

“so you’ll go out with me?”

there it was again. still him. blunt. straight to it. no drawn-out bullshit.

his eyes stayed locked on yours, waiting.

and your face—it lit up softly, the kind where only certain parts of your face are brightened but he somehow tends to notice.

you nodded.

and he didn’t look away, just takes a second to look at you more deeper. knowing this game is over he feels something within him sift.

it’s instant.

that softer edge, that rough honesty—it doesn’t disappear, but it melts into something heavier, something sharper. his lids lower just slightly

gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth like it’s the only thing in the room now.

he steps forward deliberately.

until the back of your thighs hit the couch behind you, the contact making your breath hitch without meaning to. he doesn’t touch you yet—just stands there

close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of his natural warming scent, the quiet sound of his breathing. his eyes don’t leave your lips.

his tongue drags softly over his bottom lip, like he’s thinking about it, like he’s been thinking about it.

“so.. you want that kiss now?” he asks, voice low, rough, not teasing this time—something deeper under it.

you don’t even hesitate. you don’t blush.

you just look at his mouth the same way he’s looking at yours… and nod. no words could possibly describe the feeling inside your stomach right now.

that’s all it takes.

his grin flashes—quick, sharp, satisfied—and then he’s leaning in.

and it’s not gentle ohhh no it’s not careful.

it’s messy in the best way—his lips hitting yours a little off, a little rushed, like he’s been holding back for days and finally doesn’t have to anymore.

the contact is warm, a little rough around the edges, and it sends something straight through your chest.

his tongue was wet and hot against your own sloppy sounds released by the both of yours mouths combined.

little sounds were swallowed whole by his mouth. now this kiss was worth waiting for.

his hand comes up fast, cupping your cheek, fingers warm and solid against your skin as he pulls you closer into it, like he doesn’t want even an inch between you.

the way he kisses like he means it—like he’s trying to say everything he couldn’t get out properly before.

your fingers clutch at his shirt without thinking, fabric bunching under your hands, and that just makes him press in harder, a quiet breath leaving him against your mouth.

“shit…” he murmurs, barely pulling back for a second, forehead almost brushing yours before he leans back in.

this time it’s slower—but not softer.

his lips move against yours with more intent now, less clumsy but just as intense, like he’s figuring it out as he goes, like he wants to get it right. the kiss deepens without even thinking about it

you can feel the way his grip tightens just slightly at your cheek, thumb brushing your skin.

it’s the kind of kiss that makes your stomach flip hard enough to make you feel unsteady.

you can hear it too—the faint, quiet sound of it in the empty common room, the soft shift of movement as he leans you more firmly back against the couch,

crowding your space without hesitation.

for a second, everything else just… disappears.

the second he pulls his lips off of yours taking second to look into your eyes before clearing his throat.

“mm— well uh would you wanna come watch a movie with me— i uhm— only if your down” he said roughly sounding like a broken record

your smile was instant and a little too knowing.

“sure .. i’ll come watch a movie with you ..” your voice was low and all too knowing as your hand slipped into his ignoring his confused response.

he may be hot but he was dumb.

and that movie did not get watched .

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